the glorious, wonderful
reminder of love
the proof of what's already there,
and what's yet to come

your lips on mine,
your hands on my waist
these things that can't be captured,
they can't be put in a case

a murmur of words,
a meaningful midnight smile
telling me it's worth it to stay,
refusing to let me be tossed onto the pile

with all the who's-its and what's-its
the unknowns and worthless
you give me the reason to be here,
your love gives me my purpose

we're not on display,
this experience is just for us
you deliver those sweet butterfly kisses,
and preserve the grandiose of luck

once -- never enough
twice -- too many times
desire, or destiny
a fire in her soul

the new and the old
scars and memories
laughter and tears
mixing, all as one

pleasure, disgust,
contempt, exhilaration,
all coursing through her veins
chilled, cold as ice
ceasing her ever-growing want for more

the searing pain
blinding me
like diamond on diamond
cutting me, deeper
unable to stop it
the sting of the aftertaste
the whisper of a melody
unheard of, but stuck
in a world of lies
of forgetfulness and anger
disappointment in me
killing me slowly
and hurting me relentlessly